"It’s impossible, Tim," the baker sighed, looking at the dense yellow fog clinging to the cobblestones. "No one can navigate the docks in this."
"Old Jake can," Timothy said, patting the dashboard of the van. Jacob London - Sugarlump
Suddenly, a crate of fine granulated sugar slid in the back, threatening to break. Tim had to stop, quickly bracing it with his own body, shivering in the cold. But he didn't stop for long. "It’s impossible, Tim," the baker sighed, looking at